When the noon stretches and yawns in dreamy languor
and gets ready to depart in a siesta like gait,
flecks of sunrays dance on the tree top
like jingling sequins on moss green leaves,
Evening comes
like a new bride, with bashful footfalls,
collecting the remnants of the last lingering noon,
ready to reconcile into the velvet arms of a full moon night.
On that evening
you may hear the moist voice of moonlight
beckoning you;
since so many centuries
the voice of moonlight has been waiting for you.
posted for POETS UNITED
9 comments:
This is beautiful Baishali! :) Reminds me of the great nature-loving poems I read in school...and when you talk about the moon being centuries old...it reminds me of all the star gazing I've done on peaceful windy nights....lovely imagery :)
beautiful :)
Oh, how gorgeous. I think of all the hopefuls, gazing at the moon. : )
Another fabulous write dear Celest, you are indeed talented! The imagery in every piece you wirte is so beautiful you must have a secret treasure trove of phrases that you just pick and choose from freely :) I love reading your poems!
I love these lines, "When the noon stretches and yawns in dreamy languor
and gets ready to depart in a siesta like gait,flecks of sunrays dance on the tree top" so beautiful~ So glad you joined in! Amazing~
Lovely...
Greetings from France,
Pierre
It is a dream. A sweet dream of hearing a voice so written so well.
yes! love this, love the words that have flown all over from ella's photo! well done.
i came by also to say this: As Poets United reaches its first anniversary this week we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year, we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. Your imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.
@ all - thanks a lot :)
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